Chapter 73
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: This Time... Oppa, Suck Me First♡
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She possessed sharp wits that fully recognized the power of the cards and her own position.
Those two factors made her strip off her clothes without hesitation in the university bathroom.
After removing her blazer and then her bra, hanging them on the coat hook on the door, Seong Ji-yoon was now clad only in a pair of light purple panties and her heels.
*Gulp*
Even so, she was clearly uneasy about doing this at school—her pupils trembled as she swallowed dryly.
I took a step closer to her, pulled her into an embrace, and offered my lips.
"...Smack... Slurp..."
As her perfume scent assaulted my nose, she reflexively wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her lips to mine, and tangled our tongues. Satisfied with her instantaneous kiss response, I kneaded Seong Ji-yoon's ass.
A moment later, when we parted our lips, I offered some praise.
"You're doing great on SNS? Lots of DMs coming in, right?"
"Disgusting... So many guys sending weird pictures."
"That's 'cause you post such hot pics. But you know..."
*Grip!*
"Eek...!"
I gripped her ass hard and continued.
"I heard your current master's not cutting it for you?"
"You told me to write whatever lines guys would like..."
"Weren't you recruiting a new master?"
"...I'm sorry."
Her face didn't look sorry in the slightest. Well, I wasn't actually mad anyway.
"If you're sorry, you take the punishment. Turn around, hands on the wall, ass out."
"Kh..."
Visibly pissed but obediently following my order anyway, she stuck her ass out. I wedged her panties deep into her ass crack, gently caressed her springy cheeks, then...
*Slap!*
"Hyaa...!"
...delivered a spank of just the right intensity. Hearing her moan erupt like a scream, I smacked her ass a few more times with my palm.
*Slap! Slap! Slap!*
"Ugh... Hnng...!"
"Reflected on it yet?"
"I was... wrong... Grrr..."
She ground her teeth in rage, probably because I'd punished her for doing exactly what I told her to do.
Ignoring that, I snapped a photo of her bright red ass—careful to capture her pretty back view nicely.
Then, as I trailed a finger up her pussy to check her state, I confirmed she was a little wet.
"What, you got turned on during your punishment? Pussy's all slick."
"...Yes. I got wet 'cause I want Master to fuck me."
"Liked that dry line. If you wanna get fucked that bad, guess I should oblige."
Recalling the comment I'd seen on her SNS earlier, I pulled her panties aside.
Her pale pussy lips, seeping love juices, twitched faintly, while her inexperienced entrance remained tightly shut.
*Rub...*
I rubbed my cock against it to coat myself with her juices as best I could, then thrust right in.
*Squish...!*
"Hnnngh...!"
"Pussy's gripping nice today too. Ji-yoon, you know this is the humanities building bathroom, right?"
"Ugh... I know."
"Figure out how to make me cum quick and do it yourself. I'll keep pounding till I do. And keep in mind—someone could walk in any second."
"...Got it, so just hurry up. I'm short on time too."
She'd realized that as long as she followed orders, I wouldn't hassle her much—so she shot back cheekily. But I actually wanted to encourage this kind of defiance.
No fun if she reacted like a lifeless rock.
"Alright then, time to inspect our slave pussy."
*Squelch... Squelch... Squelch...! Squelch! Splat...! Thwack!*
"Nn...♡ Hauk... Hnng♡ Aaang...!"
I was short on time too, so I quickly ramped up the pace and began pistoning away.
This being our third round already, her body reacted fast—and I savored her moans, a mix of genuine pleasure and forced acting.
"How's it feel, Master fucking you after so long?"
*Squelch... Paang! Pang! Pang!*
"Uhhat...♡ Feels good, Master... Pound your slave slut's pussy harder..."
"Getting good at the sweet talk now. Maybe I should tell the other profs and students that English prof Seong Ji-yoon's a total pervert slave slut."
Her face must've frozen at my blatant mockery.
"Yes... Haang! I'm a pervert slave slut...! Ang...!"
Desperate to make me cum quick, she submitted verbally. And damn, it worked—her moan-laced line sent my arousal through the roof.
*Paang...! Pang! Paang! Pang! Pang!*
"Hat♡ Hauut...! Aaaang♡ Nnghit!"
I whipped my hips even faster, slamming hard against her ass and soft flesh.
True, with AA Field up the thrill was muted—but just the fact that I was fucking a professor in a college bathroom was plenty stimulating.
Which meant my climax built fast.
*Slap!*
"Hahk...!"
"Cumming on your ass—stay put!"
"Y-Yes! Hat...!"
I announced it, then yanked out right before the edge.
*Spurt! Splurt!*
I sprayed thick semen all over Seong Ji-yoon's ass and panties. Before it could fully drip down, I snapped a quick photo.
*Click!*
Cloudy liquid—clearly cum to anyone—coated her ass, panties, and the glimpse of pussy.
I took it myself, but it came out better than expected. Satisfying.
"Ji-yoon, clean up."
"Haa... Yes... Slurp... Chup...!"
Relieved there'd been no creampie—or even a cumshot in her mouth this time—she spun around and eagerly started sucking my cock clean.
I stroked her head as I spoke.
"I'll send you the pics I just took—post 'em today."
"Slurp... Churrup..."
"And you're doing so well, no need for three pics a day anymore. Handle it yourself from now on."
"Chuuuup...!"
*Nod*
"I scolded you earlier, but feel free to keep tossing in 'Master this' and that in your captions—keep 'em hot. Oh! And don't take off or change your panties today."
With that, I savored the rough texture of her tongue licking every nook and cranny, then pulled out.
I patted her cheek, praising her hard work.
"Good girl. Now get dressed and go do your job."
"...Thank you, Master."
*Grind*
Oh, check out that death glare.
Now that's Seong Ji-yoon.
Here's hoping that spirit never changes.
Today, I wrapped up my volunteer work by touring the homes for solitary seniors and keeping some grandmas and grandpas company with chit-chat.
That gave me enough points for a target info upgrade, but I held off—planning to lump it in with the app level-up later.
I needed just a bit over 150p, and I could easily scrape that together with three more days over the weekend or next week.
Actually, checking Nyas members would take even more buffer. Better to keep farming till next week and blow it all at once on the weekend.
The festival wasn't till the week after anyway.
With my plans roughly set, I fired off replies to the chats that had piled up again and waited about ten minutes.
"Oppa~"
"You made it?"
"Yeah!"
*Leap...!*
Seol arrived at our meetup spot and threw herself into my arms.
"Wait long?"
"Nah, I just got here. Studied hard?"
"You bet~ I really buckled down!"
*Kiss!*
Still clinging to me, arms wrapped tight around each other.
"Anywhere you wanna go?"
"I'm good with anything."
*Kiss!*
She smooched me with every line, flaunting our affection. Anyone would've melted at her coquettish gestures.
I sure did.
"Karaoke it is, then? Ate at a weird time, so I'll skip till dinner to make room."
"Sure!"
*Kiss!*
Destination decided, one final peck—then Seol linked arms with me.
As always, she hugged tight enough to squish her tits against me, beaming brightly as she plastered herself to my side.
Today's look: light blue cropped pants with a white long-sleeve tucked in—casual and cute.
Skirts suited her prettily too, but this vibe was perfect on Seol.
Especially the crossbody strap digging into her perky cleavage, really emphasizing her chest. Killer detail.
It boiled up an urge to grope her right then and there.
Girlfriends need big tits.
We headed to the nearest karaoke joint—the same one from our first date, where I'd recklessly trusted her favorability alone and made her suck me off.
"Room 2, number 21..."
"Thanks~"
I finished paying with the clerk who couldn't peel his eyes off Seol, then we grabbed our drinks and headed in.
Coincidentally—or not—the exact same room as back then.
Seol noticed too, her face tinting pink as she set her bag down.
"This is the room we came to with Oppa that time, huh?"
"You remember?"
"Duh! How could I forget our first date, when you made me do that!"
"You sucked me off great though. Even showed me your pussy..."
"Aaaah!!! Oppa!"
"Okay, okay, won't tease. Wanna go first?"
I handed the remote to Seol, who nudged my shoulder with her flushed face.
She pouted for a second, then lit up and started queuing songs.
"Oppa! Queue anything you wanna sing first!"
She filled the list in seconds, announced it, and snatched the mic.
She winked at me, then—ignoring the screen—looked straight at me as she began.
"Keep wanting to show it off~ Keep on♬ Every little thing~ All of it♬"
She belted out an old idol hit with cute choreography. Her charm rivaled any pro idol.
"Go, Seol~!"
I cheered loudly, beaming with pride as I enjoyed my adorable girlfriend's performance.
"Me likey likey likey~ Thump thump thump♬"
Seol killed it—dead serious talent. Great voice was baseline; she nailed the dance without missing a beat.
Wish we'd hit karaoke more often, seeing how much she loved it.
We'd stuck to walks, shopping, and sex since that first date—no wonder.
She was so good I motioned to stop after verse one, urging her on—and she got even more pumped, belting full throttle.
"Thump thump thump~ heart, heart!"
She nailed the finale pose too, wrapping the song. I clapped in awe.
"Damn, your skills are insane."
"I went a ton with friends~"
"That's beyond casual. Thought you were some trainee."
"One friend did trainee stuff briefly—we synced choreo sometimes..."
"No cap, best singer I know."
"Hehe♡"
She squirmed bashfully at my earnest praise. Impossible not to gush over that show.
My girlfriend: idol-pretty, cute overload, sings and dances like a pro aegyo bomb. Felt unreal.
To ground myself, I spread my arms to her.
Ignoring the next track's intro, she dove into my embrace.
*Squeeze*
I drank in her big tits pressing against me, her sweet scent, hugging her tight.
"Guess I'll just spectate today? You're too good."
"But I wanna hear Oppa sing too...♡"
Not hating the request, she grabbed the mic again once I let go and struck a pose.
For the next half hour, it was Seol's solo concert.
I filmed bits, just vibed others—pure bliss, my private show.
Then.
*♪♬♪...!*
A sultry, intense beat kicked in—the sexy dance from her high school festival.
No trace of her usual playfulness; she locked eyes with me, waving her body sensually.
Seol pulling this vibe? Chills. I was mesmerized by the shift.
*Slither...*
She smirked softly, approached, trailed a hand over my face mid-dance.
That erotic flow and lines—high school her must've wrecked guys' no-fap streaks if she did this then.
Mind-blowing. Everything.
The track ended; she stopped, breathing a touch heavy.
I didn't gasp or cheer.
Just spread my arms again, beckoning.
Like a magnet, she melted into me once more, smiling as she asked.
"Haa... How was it?"
"Seol."
Instead of critique, I called her name and grabbed her wrist.
Guided her hand down to my bulging pants. Her eyes curved into crescents with a sly smile.
"Oppa...♡"
"This is all your fault, so help me out quick?"
Sudden ask—but no way she'd refuse. We'd done worse outdoors.
I figured she'd drop trou right away.
"No."
"...Huh?"
Her tiny mouth uttered unexpected rejection.
App power glitch? Nah—her smiling eyes said otherwise.
Stunned silent, wondering what the hell, she wrapped her arms around my neck, whispered hot in my ear.
"This time... Oppa, suck me first♡"